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The Last Snow: Love Me Once Again For A Year

Park Chunghee had been in a relationship with a man named Lee Donghwa for ten years. He loved him so much, but as for Donghwa himself... he doubted it. Lately, Donghwa who used to love him so much now became like anyone else for him. However, Chunghee didn't want to give up on his personality and continued to hold on, with the hope that Donghwa would return to the way he knew. Sometimes, he thought, asking himself: Is this the wrath of God? He knew that his wish was the wrong thing, but he had already stepped this far and chose to stay in the broken relationship and always said something stupid and kept saying okay! However, those all were lies that he exposed! In this complicated relationship, Chunghee also met with his first love, named Kim Daehyun, and became someone who always took care of him. When his health got worse, Daehyun was the only one who could make him smile back as before. It made him should be thinking something difficult again. “Do you think that I'm angry?” "I'm not angry! I'm in pain!" "All of this doesn't make me angry anymore, other than feeling the pain right now. But if you think that I'm angry, then now I'm exactly angry with you—" How is their relationship going in the future? Will Chunghee stand? ----------------------------- Cover: original art by me (Mao) - Toxic relationship - This book is not perfect grammatically. But, I'll try my best. So, if you are looking for a book with good grammar, this book is not for you. There are a lot of flaws in the writing, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Don't hesitate to correct it if you find any errors. That will be very helpful. ^^ Feel free to check out my other books! ^^ ----------------------------

Mao_Yuxuan · LGBT+
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Lee Donghwa: Press Conference (1)

After everything was clear, Hoonsik hurriedly left this room after saying that compliment.

I didn't know if he was telling the truth or just trying to cheer me up. Obviously, it was helped me relax a bit now even if it was only temporary. And in the end, I was back to feel torn and hopeless again.

Leaning my back against the chair sluggishly, I occasionally glanced at my watch, which showed 2:30 in the afternoon just now. There were still a few more hours before I attended the press conference. Finally, I unconsciously fell asleep in the chair until someone came in to wake me up, reminding me of the event.

6:00 pm.

In one of the five-star hotels, the heads of companies and senior executives sat on the chairs that had been provided. While the reporters with ID cards hanging around their necks — men and women with notebooks, cameras — were also ready. I could even see how many questions they had on their faces.